The morning after the interview with Ram Dass and his monkey, Sara was in the schoolroom with her small pupils.
Having finished giving them their lessons, she was putting the French exercise-books together and thinking, as she did it, of the various things royal personages (大人物) in disguise were called upon to do: Alfred the Great, for instance, burning the cakes and getting his ears boxed by the wife of the neat-herd. {1}
How frightened she must have been when she found out what she had done.
If Miss Minchin should find out that she-Sara, whose toes were almost sticking out of her boots-was a princess-a real one!
The look in her eyes was exactly the look which Miss Minchin most disliked.
She would not have it; she was quite near her and was so enraged (暴怒的) that she actually flew at her and boxed her ears-exactly as the neat-herd's wife had boxed King Alfred's.
It made Sara start. She wakened from her dream at the shock, and, catching her breath, stood still a second.
Then, not knowing she was going to do it, she broke into a little laugh.
"What are you laughing at, you bold, impudent child?" Miss Minchin exclaimed.
It took Sara a few seconds to control herself sufficiently to remember that she was a princess.
Her cheeks were red and smarting from the blows she had received.
"I was thinking," she answered.
"Beg my pardon immediately," said Miss Minchin.
Sara hesitated (犹豫) a second before she replied.
"I will beg your pardon for laughing, if it was rude," she said then; "but I won't beg your pardon for thinking."
"What were you thinking?" demanded Miss Minchin.
"How dare you think? What were you thinking?"
Jessie tittered, and she and Lavinia nudged each other in unison.
All the girls looked up from their books to listen. Really, it always interested them a little when Miss Minchin attacked Sara.
Sara always said something queer, and never seemed the least bit frightened.
She was not in the least frightened now, though her boxed ears were scarlet (鲜红色的) and her eyes were as bright as stars.
"I was thinking," she answered grandly and politely, "that you did not know what you were doing."
"That I did not know what I was doing?" Miss Minchin fairly gasped.
"Yes," said Sara, "and I was thinking what would happen if I were a princess and you boxed my ears-what I should do to you. And I was thinking that if I were one, you would never dare to do it, whatever I said or did. And I was thinking how surprised and frightened you would be if you suddenly found out-"
She had the imagined future so clearly before her eyes that she spoke in a manner which had an effect even upon Miss Minchin.
It almost seemed for the moment to her narrow, unimaginative mind that there must be some real power hidden behind this candid (率直的) daring.
"What?" she exclaimed. "Found out what?"
"That I really was a princess," said Sara, "and could do anything-anything I liked."
Every pair of eyes in the room widened to its full limit. Lavinia leaned forward on her seat to look.
"Go to your room," cried Miss Minchin, breathlessly, "this instant! Leave the schoolroom! Attend to your lessons, young ladies!" Sara made a little bow (鞠躬).
"Excuse me for laughing if it was impolite," she said, and walked out of the room, leaving Miss Minchin struggling with her rage, and the girls whispering over their books.
"Did you see her? Did you see how queer she looked?" Jessie broke out. "I shouldn't be at all surprised if she did turn out to be something. Suppose she should!"
When one lives in a row of houses, it is interesting to think of the things which are being done and said on the other side of the wall of the very rooms one is living in.
Sara was fond of amusing herself by trying to imagine the things hidden by the wall which divided the Select Seminary from the Indian gentleman's house.
She knew that the schoolroom was next to the Indian gentleman's study (书房), and she hoped that the wall was thick so that the noise made sometimes after lesson hours would not disturb (打扰) him. {2}
"I am growing quite fond of him," she said to Ermengarde; "I should not like him to be disturbed. I have adopted him for a friend. You can do that with people you never speak to at all.
You can just watch them, and think about them and be sorry for them, until they seem almost like relations. I'm quite anxious sometimes when I see the doctor call twice a day."
"I have very few relations," said Ermengarde, reflectively, "and I'm very glad of it. I don't like those I have.
My two aunts are always saying, 'Dear me, Ermengarde! You are very fat.
You shouldn't eat sweets,' and my uncle is always asking me things like, 'When did Edward the Third ascend the throne?' and, 'Who died of a surfeit (饮食过度) of lampreys (七鳃鲤) ?'" Sara laughed.
"People you never speak to can't ask you questions like that," she said; "and I'm sure the Indian gentleman wouldn't even if he was quite intimate with you. I am fond of him."
She had become fond of the Large Family because they looked happy; but she had become fond of the Indian gentleman because he looked unhappy.
He had evidently not fully recovered from some very severe illness.
In the kitchen-where, of course, the servants, through some mysterious means, knew everything-there was much discussion of his case.
He was not an Indian gentleman really, but an Englishman who had lived in India.
He had met with great misfortunes (不幸) which had for a time so imperilled (处于危险中) his whole fortune that he had thought himself ruined and disgraced forever.
The shock had been so great that he had almost died of brain fever (脑膜炎); and ever since he had been shattered in health, though his fortunes had changed and all his possessions had been restored to him.
His trouble and peril (危险) had been connected with mines.
"And mines with diamonds in 'em!" said the cook. "No savin's of mine never goes into no mines-particular diamond ones"-with a side glance at Sara.
"We all know somethin' of them." "He felt as my papa felt," Sara thought. "He was ill as my papa was; but he did not die."
So her heart was more drawn to him than before.
When she was sent out at night she used sometimes to feel quite glad, because there was always a chance that the curtains of the house next door might not yet be closed and she could look into the warm room and see her adopted friend. {3}
When no one was about she used sometimes to stop, and, holding to the iron railings, wish him good night as if he could hear her.
"Perhaps you can feel if you can't hear," was her fancy.
"Perhaps kind thoughts reach people somehow, even through windows and doors and walls.
Perhaps you feel a little warm and comforted, and don't know why, when I am standing here in the cold and hoping you will get well and happy again.
I am so sorry for you," she would whisper in an intense little voice.
"I wish you had a 'Little Missus (小主妇) ' who could pet (宠爱) you as I used to pet papa when he had a headache. I should like to be your 'Little Missus' myself, poor dear! Good night-good night. God bless you!"
She would go away, feeling quite comforted and a little warmer herself.
Her sympathy was so strong that it seemed as if it must reach him somehow as he sat alone in his armchair by the fire, nearly always in a great dressing gown, and nearly always with his forehead resting in his hand as he gazed hopelessly into the fire. {4}
He looked to Sara like a man who had a trouble on his mind still, not merely like one whose troubles lay all in the past.
"He always seems as if he were thinking of something that hurts him now", she said to herself, "but he has got his money back and he will get over his brain fever in time, so he ought not to look like that. I wonder if there is something else."
